Saturday shrugs. "Could be she didn't see a way out before then. You said the Horde didn't let people leave, right?"

With any other person, Saturday would have reached a hand across the table, expressed comfort of some kind. But Catra doesn't seem the type. So Saturday just takes a few more bites, thinking, and the nods to herself.

"Reminds me a little of me and my brother. I was the good kid, he was the bad one - except Pops actually really did love both of us, Sol's just a friggin' dumbass."